Flecks of foam
In the threshing dust;
Blazing eyes rolled
Back
This calf will not hear
The wild cheer.
All it knows, now
Is that it is caught
In its writhing;
That its neck is gone;
That its last sight
Is a cow-hide boot
2 thoughts on “Cowboy Days”
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Thanks, Peter.
Entertainment it is not.
I went once when I was a teenager but won’t be going back.
Beautifully understated, but says it all, John. The irony at the end is a nice kick in the face.